I Don’t Know
Hey there, I saw the picture that Josh and Derek had the other night. You looked really nice in it. Have you started back in school yet. I started back today. I have only one actual class at the campus this semester. I am taking four online classes. It is going to be much better. I started working at movie gallery in Clarinda. I really like it. The hours will work nicely with my class schedule. HOw did you come out for grades in your classes last semester. I actually came out of college algebra with a B. Can you believe that. I couldn’t. I worked extra hard on it and now I don’t have any math any more. Yea. After this semester I will have my arts associates degree. Then I am going to work on my bachelors online a few classes at a time until I get to the point where I have to do my student teaching. I can’t wait until it’s all over. well, talk to you later.
DiAnn
That’s the email my stepmother sent to me. I didn’t talk to her from the middle of July through December 23rd (and that was for a passing second) and now she sends me this.
I don’t know if she’s trying to be nice or tripping me up. I haven’t talked to my dad since the end of October.
They manipulated me so much that I don’t understand the difference between them being nice and them trying to fuck with my head.
I hate that she said I looked nice in the picture. Not because I didn’t. I looked damn nice. I hate it because the last time my dad saw me he hardly gave me a glance because I’d just gotten my lip pierced and I looked like his worst idea of a punk.
I dressed quite conservatively for the picture. Meaning, I changed my shirt to something nice because it was the only thing that would show and I did my make up just a little lighter.
I just don’t know what the fuck to think about them anymore. If my dad doesn’t try … I told him I was sick of being the fucking parent and he had to say something otherwise he’d never get the chance…
I want to hate them so bad.
